Sweet love has twined his fingers in my hair,And laid his hand across my wondering eyes.I cannot move save in the narrow spaceOf his strong arms’ embrace,Nor see but only in my own heart whereHis image lies.How can I tell,Emprisoned so well,If in the outer world be sunset or sunrise?Sweet Love has laid his hand across my eyes.

Sweet Love has loosed his fingers from my hair,His lifted hand has left my eyelids wet.I cannot move save to pursue his fleetAnd unreturning feet,Nor see but in my ruined heart, and thereHis face lies yet.How should I know,Distraught and blinded so,If in the outer world be sunrise or sunset?Sweet Love has freed my eyes, but they are wet.

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